Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

"You have already chosen your own death"—this was clearly the final judgment he made on those enemies in his heart, a testament to Tang San's unique arrogance and killing intent!

Now, those words that originally belonged to him were slammed back into his face by the Thousand-Handed Angel, who knew the Tang Clan's ultimate techniques and had just severely injured him and his teammates!

A sense of humiliation, as if his underwear had been stripped off and his words were being trampled underfoot, instantly overwhelmed Tang San.

"puff--!"

Tang San was so angry that his blood and qi surged wildly. Coupled with the damage to his spiritual sea, he actually spat out a mouthful of blood and his body fell forward uncontrollably.

"elder brother!"

Xiao Wu, standing beside him, was deathly pale. One of her arms was still twisted unnaturally, clearly badly fractured. But seeing Tang San cough up blood, she ignored her own pain, using her body to support him, and cried out in a tearful voice, "Brother, don't scare me! Calm down!"

Hearing Xiao Wu's cry, Tang San bit his lip hard, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. With Xiao Wu's support, he took deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the surging blood pressure within his body.

"I can't fall down, I must stay calm..." Tang San told himself.

He vowed that he would make that person called "Thousand-Handed Angel" pay a thousandfold for the humiliation he suffered today.

Meanwhile, on the ring, Flander had completely abandoned any concern for face or dignity.

Yu Xiaogang's screams grew weaker and weaker as he was on the verge of shock due to excessive blood loss and extreme pain.

"Xiao Gang! Hang in there!" Flander's eyes were bloodshot. He frantically tore off strips of cloth from his clothes and used them to tightly bind Yu Xiao Gang's wound to stop the bleeding.

Immediately afterwards, Flander made a desperate yet logical move. He found Yu Xiaogang's severed, mangled genitals in the pool of blood.

He didn't care about feeling nauseous at all; he immediately mobilized his powerful soul force to tightly wrap the thing up, trying to keep it alive.

"There's still hope! There's definitely still hope!" Flander muttered to himself as if possessed. If they could find a higher-level healing-type Soul Master as quickly as possible, maybe they could still bring him back!

He hoisted the unconscious Yu Xiaogang onto his shoulder, turned to Xiao Wu, who was also seriously injured, and shouted:

"Xiao Wu, your hand is broken. Come with me! We're going to find the best healing-type Soul Master in Soto City!"

After saying that, Flander's owl wings suddenly spread out, and amidst the howling wind, he took Yu Xiaogang and Xiao Wu and soared into the sky, flying madly towards the center of Soto City, leaving only a trail of dripping blood.

On the arena, Zhao Wuji of Shrek Academy watched Flander's departing figure and sighed heavily.

What should have been a battle of spirits, meant for training and prize money, turned into a one-sided massacre and an indelible disgrace.

The opposing team's instructors were simply two incomprehensible freaks, but that person's martial spirit was also a bear, and he actually wanted to get to know them, since they looked like men, but it seemed unlikely at the moment.

Zhao Wuji turned his head and looked at Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing and the others behind him, whose morale had plummeted to rock bottom.

"Stop looking, we've lost today." Zhao Wuji waved his hand in a hoarse voice.

"Come with me, let's go back to the academy first."

The Shrek members, supporting each other and dragging their exhausted and wounded bodies, left the Soto Arena in utter silence, like defeated roosters.

Zhu Zhuqing, walking at the back of the group, couldn't help but stop and glance back at the arena just before stepping out the door. Her gaze seemed to pierce through the walls, landing on the masked woman codenamed "Evil-Eyed Black Tiger."

This is a unique resonance that belongs only to martial spirits.

Zhu Zhuqing could clearly feel that the Netherworld Cat Martial Soul within her body generated a strong tremor and attraction when facing the Evil-Eyed Black Tiger.

This feeling was not unfamiliar to her.

She had the same feeling when facing Dai Mubai's White Tiger Martial Soul.

This is the sign of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Zhu Zhuqing's heart started racing.

She actually had the potential to use a Soul Fusion Technique with the woman opposite her, whom she didn't even recognize. Moreover, the woman's cultivation level was over forty, far surpassing Dai Mubai's current strength. If she could join forces with that person, the power they would unleash would be absolutely terrifying.

However, she bit her lip tightly, suppressing the thought deep in her heart.

She dared not speak, nor could she speak.

The rules of the Star Luo royal family are extremely strict and cruel.

Since she was assigned to Dai Mubai by her family, she was born to belong to Dai Mubai.

If she dared to reveal at this time the possibility of fusion with an outsider—especially a female Black Tiger Martial Soul user—it would be tantamount to betraying the royal marriage alliance.

Given the Star Luo royal family's ruthless methods in maintaining the purity of their bloodline, if such a thing were discovered, she would undoubtedly face ruthless elimination. She is currently too weak to offer any resistance.

Zhu Zhuqing withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and quickened her pace to catch up with the group in front.

.......

Deep within the Douluo Palace in Wuhun City.

One hundred and eight days have finally passed.

Qian Xunji sat cross-legged beneath the towering angel statue. Just as the appointed time arrived, a soft and warm golden light erupted from the statue, completely enveloping him.

That solemn and emotionless voice echoed in his mind once more:

[Angel's First Test: Stress Test, Passed]

[Reward received: Angel affinity increased by 15%. Current total affinity: 15%]

Qian Xunji opened his eyes, but before he could even get up and stretch his limbs, the voice continued broadcasting.

[The Angel's Second Test Begins]

[Assessment Content: Endurance Test. The examinee is required to continuously channel soul power into the angelic sphere in front of the statue until it is completely filled.]

During the assessment, the input of soul power must not be stopped; any interruption will immediately be considered a failure of the assessment.

It can be restarted at any time. During this period, there are no restrictions on the speed and amount of soul power input by the examinee.

As soon as the words were spoken, a transparent sphere emitting a faint white light slowly appeared in front of the angel statue, hovering in mid-air.

Qianxun stood up and walked to the ball of light.

He looked at the transparent sphere of light, which was about the size of a human head, and decided to test its capacity first.

Qianxun raised her right hand and placed it on the surface of the light sphere.

He directly mobilized the immense soul power of a level 99 peerless Douluo within his body, allocating about one-tenth of it and forcefully injecting it into the sphere of light.